My grandmother was an overt racist; growing up in a small town in middle Tennessee paved that way of life. She wasn’t the “quiet, ignore people with brown skin” racist, but the vehement, outspoken kind that makes your stomach turn to think that anyone could speak to another human that way. In 2005 when anContinue reading “I am more than my past.”
The balancing act between how much rule-making you like in language and how much you like language to evolve naturally isn’t necessarily the point of the serial comma debate (to me, the reasons to keep it have absolutely nothing to do with tradition and everything to do with actual utility), but that’s where almost anyContinue reading
There is a quietness to nature, and the beauty is that it’s never silent.
Atheistic Prayer
I am more than lucky to have a group of acquaintances and friends with whom I get to discuss God, god, and morality on a weekly basis. It’s such a big part of my life that when people ask me what I’m doing with my life, the first thought to come to mind is this group. AContinue reading “Atheistic Prayer”
Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. Mary Oliver
Relationships and Hell
Heat radiating from an unknown source; thirst so intense it pinpricks every organ; faces so contorted in agony that their pain cannot even take a voice to scream out against the eternity that binds them. Imagery that striking (along with a pleasant version for Heaven) are why I was baptized when I was 8 years old, because even an 8-yr-old canContinue reading “Relationships and Hell”
tylerknott: Thank Youforyou. -Tyler Knott Gregson-
The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at you own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to theContinue reading
BE FRI / ST ENDS
What’s that title you ask? Oh, it’s just the broken heart necklace that my friend and I had in the 6th grade. (We weren’t really Best Friends, but it made us both feel belonged.) I always wanted the one that said “ST ENDS,” because that was my sense of humor…even at 13. This is aContinue reading “BE FRI / ST ENDS”
Becca Kello 